Chapter 28
HAZE
Evie was so damn beautiful that I couldn’t tear my eyes from her.
The purple of her dress had her skin glowing and more golden than ever.
It matched her hair exactly as I’d hoped.
Finally being able to leave the house to shop for her had been an adventure I’d enjoy repeating in the future.
Something I never thought I’d say. Surprisingly, trying to create the perfect night for her had been as stimulating as solving quadratic equations and creating a completely undetectable poison.
For different reasons, but stimulating, nonetheless.
“So, what brought tonight on?” she asked me, eating steadily, and I reached out to fill her wine, which was almost empty.
Fuck, the satisfaction of taking care of her had my cock slamming against the zipper of my dress pants, and I was reminded why I generally hated this constrictive clothing.
But for Evie I’d have worn a chainmail suit.
“My official pardon came through yesterday,” I said, bursting to tell her, even though I’d only known for about eighteen hours myself. “Signed and sealed by Madam President herself.”
It had been satisfying to finally have my name cleared, since I’d been set up by my own parents after being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Story of my fucking life.
Eve’s face lit up. “Oh my God, that’s amazing news, Haze. So, you’re free to leave the school now? You can go places with us and not worry about Homeland Security carting your ass off to jail?”
If only that was all Homeland did, but her innocence was a part of her I enjoyed the most. “Yes, officially exonerated of all charges, though I won’t be leaving the country any time soon. My pardon doesn’t really extend to charges in other countries.”
Her face fell a touch, but then she recovered quickly. “Well, we don’t need to leave America anyway. We have everything right here in Bluebell House.”
I had everything here in this room. “I will go wherever you go, Evie,” I promised her, knowing I’d destroy entire governments if it meant I was by her side.
“Don’t worry about that. But also, my exoneration wasn’t the main reason for tonight.
I wanted—” I swallowed roughly, unsure how to get the next words out without making them sound awkward and cringey. I was in so far over my head.
Dammit, words weren’t my fucking thing, but for Eve I needed to try.
“You know you can tell me anything, Haze,” she said, her eyes bluer tonight against the purple of her outfit. The sweet sincerity in her tone was something I’d never experienced before, nor did I anticipate I ever would.
“I know I don’t have a lot to offer, sweetheart,” I said, letting my honesty out and not worrying about the consequences for once.
“I’m dangerous, scarred—” in more ways than one “—and broken. But I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you, Evelyn Cromwell.
You are the first thing on my mind when I wake and the last thing when I go to sleep.
I consume your presence like you’re the very air I breathe, and honestly, if you will have me, I’m all yours. ”
Her mouth parted, pretty plump lips reminding me of how they felt wrapped around my cock.
Not the fucking time, asshole. Yeah, I might have replayed that blowjob so many times that my hand ached and my dick was raw, but I’d never felt anything like that in my life, and I hoped I hadn’t just ruined my chances of claiming this gorgeous woman with my over-the-top confessions.
“Haze,” she whispered, eyes shiny as she sniffled.
“I will have you.” She cleared her throat.
“More than that, I want you so much it hurts. I know it’s not fair to ask you all to share me, since I am a jealous bitch and would never share any of you, but I think I’ve loved all five of you assholes from the moment you forced me into this damn house.
I can’t imagine my life without you in it. ”
The fucking world ground to a halt. All I could hear were my ragged breaths, rasping in useless air since my lungs were no longer working. “You love me?” I repeated like a fucking moron. “Love. Me?” Because maybe I heard her wrong, so it needed clarification.
Evie’s smile was sudden and real, lighting up the whole room. “Yes, Haze. I love you. I’m in love with you. And if you don’t take me up to your bed right now, I can’t be held accountable for my actions.”
I swallowed hard, my cock raging until I was worried for the integrity of my pants.
Obviously, I’d hoped tonight would go this way and I could finally cross that monumentally important line in our relationship with her, but to hear those words from her mouth had the primal part of my brain snapping to life.
As badly as I wanted to haul her up to my bed like a caveman, I wasn’t quite done yet. “I love you too, Evie Marie. I have loved you from before I could touch you, but I promise, I’m never going to stop touching you now.”
With that, I surged to my feet and lifted her small frame into my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I crushed my mouth to hers, kissing her even as I strode through the house, taking the stairs two at a time by muscle memory alone.
“Haze, be careful.” She laughed as I stumbled on the top step, my arms tightening around her protectively.
“With you?” I murmured, already breathless at how incredibly she fitted into my arms, “Always.”
Her lips found mine, and she kissed me hard as I kicked open my bedroom door. My muscle memory wasn’t as good as I anticipated, or maybe I was just more keyed up than I wanted to admit, because somehow I clipped the edge of my bedframe and all but fell onto the mattress with Eve underneath me.
She gave a small squeak, and panic flooded through my senses, making me scramble to take my weight onto my hands so she wasn’t squashed. “Shit, Evie Marie, I’m so sorry. I lost my balance.”
Her grin was enough to warm the coldest of hearts as she reached up to unbutton my shirt. “I noticed. Are you nervous?”
I drew a shaking breath, watching her with heavy eyes as she slipped each button through the hole with confident ease. “Yes,” I admitted, nodding. “Is that a massive turn off?” Because I knew—from hours of voyeuristic somewhat sneaky footage—how incredibly experienced my friends were in bed.
“Nothing about you could ever be a turn off, Haze,” she replied with a breathy moan of appreciation as she pushed my shirt off my shoulders. “Holy shit, this body…”
Pride swelled up in my chest at her compliment.
I worked hard to maintain my physique, and now it felt like that was all worth it just to put that look of awe in her gorgeous eyes.
Especially when she traced her fingernails down my pecs and dragged her lower lip through her teeth like a projection of my dirtiest fantasy.
“I don’t…” I started to say, then trailed off when she tugged her dress up over her hips. She held my gaze with a teasing smile as she stripped the flimsy dress over her head, then leaned back on her elbows wearing nothing but the skimpy purple lace lingerie I’d picked out myself.
My mouth went dry.
I thought I was prepared. I’d run through this whole scenario so many times in my head and played it all out like an obsessive fantasy, and now that we were here?
Panic. I was way out of my depth and terrified I would disappoint her or…
worse…terrified I would come in my pants before even getting to the main event.
“Why don’t you let me take the lead?” she offered, almost shyly, when I just stared at her like a starving man being presented with a whole buffet.
I wet my lips, jerking a nod. “Okay…what should I…”
She reached up and planted a hand on my shoulder, pushing me to the side and nudging me until I was flat on my back.
Then she swung her leg over to straddle me, and I needed to close my eyes for a moment.
Nothing in my imagination or even on my sneaky hidden cameras could prepare me for the real thing, and my dick was dangerously close to embarrassing me.
“Haze, are you good, or should I slow down?” she asked, lightly stroking her delicate fingers down my abs until she reached my pants.
The button was barely holding on for dear life, and there was no hiding how hard I was.
When I shook my head, she stroked my cock through the stretched fabric and my core flexed in a mini crunch of shock.
“Fuck, um, okay,” I gasped, my eyes wide on her grinning face. “No, don’t slow down. Please don’t slow down. But shouldn’t I be the one doing all the things to you?”
“Definitely not!” she replied with firm denial. “I like being the one in charge for once. Just tell me if things get too much for you.”
I swallowed hard, my pulse racing and my hips rocking up toward her completely without conscious thought. “Um, that’s…sort of what I’m hoping for, Evie Marie.”
Her laugh was low and rich, the sound of wet dreams. “I meant with me touching you. If it’s too much or you don’t like—”
“I like it. I always like when you touch me. You’re my safety and my comfort, and right now I want you to touch so much more of me.
” I said it all in a rush and cringed internally.
I’d been so sure I’d planned this night to absolute perfection.
I knew what she liked in bed, I knew how my friends could make her moan, beg, and scream, and I’d been so confident I could do the same, but now I was a nervous wreck. She wasn’t making it weird though.
Evelyn Marie was utter perfection and not just in how she looked. She understood me, on a soul-deep level.
“That, I can do,” she replied with a wicked smirk, unbuttoning my suit pants with a small grunt of effort. Like I said, they were tight right now, but once they were open, my dick was in her hand faster than I could even form a complete thought.
Her hands…holy shit, her hands were incredible: soft and delicate, but her grip so firm and confident and—
“Evie,” I panted as my long fingers gripped her slim hips.
Those purple lace panties were a barrier that needed to go.
Immediately. But how the hell did I make that happen without turning it all awkward or getting them tangled up on her knees or ankles or…
shit, this was more complicated than it looked when the guys did it.
“Can I…how do we…” I tugged on the elastic of her panties and she chuckled.
Thankfully, that was all I needed to say. She shimmied out of both bra and panties like a butterfly shedding its cocoon, and then…then there was nothing between us. She hovered above me, her perfect breasts wobbling as she reached down to grasp my thick hardness in her sure grip.
“Are you still okay, Haze?” she asked in a breathless, sultry voice as she notched my tip at her hot core. Fuck. Fuck. Why did that feel so incredible already? Brodie told me it was like getting a blowjob, but in hindsight he’d smirked and smacked me on the shoulder right after he’d said that.
Liar.
I jerked a nod before she could get the wrong impression. “Y-yeah. Yes. Please, Evie…please…”
Her smile spread wide and her gaze heated. “Oh, I like that. Begging. Careful, or this could become a thing between us.” She winked, then started to sink down on my length ever so slowly.
Stars exploded in my mind, and angel choirs sang. Brodie was a dirty fucking liar, because this was so much better than a blowjob. Not that I hadn’t loved that, too, but this? Having my dick inside this incredible woman’s tight cunt? Mind blowing. Utterly mind blowing.
Her body hugged my most sensitive appendage like we were made to fit together, and my whole fucking body tensed with the need to hold back my climax. It was so much harder than I anticipated.
“Is it good?” she asked in a husky whisper, biting her lip as she sank down farther.
I was no slouch in the trouser department, of that I was confident.
She’d barely managed to get a third of me into her mouth when she sucked my dick, so I’d expected the same here…
and I was definitely wrong. I stared down at where my dick disappeared inside her with astonishment and nodded slowly.
“Good…is not the right word,” I replied in a strangled voice, my fingers biting into her hips with desperation.
It was like the very first time I jerked off while watching her on video feed except a million times better, more intense, just…
everything. “Evie, I really want this to be good for you, I just need a moment…” I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to think unsexy thoughts, but she shifted her position to take my cock deeper and I groaned out loud.
No amount of unsexy thoughts could change how her hot, tight cunt was gripping my dick, or the way my butt cheeks had all tightened up in desperate need to thrust up into her harder.
“It’s already one of the most special moments of my entire life, Haze,” she whispered, leaning down to kiss my lips. “Don’t overthink it. You can come as fast as you want, so long as you promise we can do it again as soon as you recover.”
Oh. Shit. Well in that case…“Yes! Of course, absolutely, as many times as you’ll let me, or until one of us passes out.”
Her laughter was like the fluttering of firefly wings, all soft and breathy, and then she braced her hands against my chest and did this thing with her hips that made my brain short circuit momentarily. “Okay well, lay back and enjoy the ride, then.”
That…that was an order I was more than happy to take.